…..As time goes by, on its horizon you stand,                   
         a moon amidst darkness, a star shining.
 

           A memory as fresh as fragrant flowers, qualities of a

                garden exhaling, and if on a day you travel fair wind,

                    to a land most sacred and blessed,

                      then carry my ‘Salaam’ to the garden in which,

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